The gushing eyes that read thy lot,
Nor, if thou knewest, couldst return!
And why the wish! the pure and blest
Watch like thy mother o’er thy sleep.
O peaceful night! O envied rest!
Thou wilt not ever see her weep.
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COME, Sleep! but mind ye! if you come without
By Jove! I would not give you half-a-crownFor all your poppy-heads and all your down.
REMAIN, ah not in youth alone!
But when my summer days are gone,And my autumnal haste away.‘Can I be always by your side?’No; but the hours you can, you must,Nor rise at Death’s approaching stride,Nor go when dust is gone to dust.
LO! where the four mimosas blend their shade
For ere he slept he saw them planted hereBy her his soul had ever held most dear,And he had liv’d enough when he had dried her tear.
Struggling, and faint, and fainter didst thou wane,
Came forth to help thee, with half-open eyes,And trembled every one with still surprise,That the black Spectre should have dared assailTheir beauteous queen and seize her sacred veil.
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